Page 52 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

“You will, Sugarplum. I guarantee it,” he replied, squeezing my hip before he got out of the truck.

My cheeks were burning. I could not believe I said that out loud. But it must have been okay with him, cause Max simply walked around the front of the truck to open my door.

A hungry look spread across his almost too handsome face as he grabbed my hips and pulled me down. Max hummed a deep, rumbly sound as he lifted me.

His fingers squeezed, and I knew it was on purpose when he made sure I slid against every inch of his hard body until my feet touched the graveled ground.

Not that I minded.

He was fine as hell, and his body was incredible. I wanted to explore it. Without all the clothes, of course.

“I like your shoes,” Max said, taking my hand.

“Yeah? You got a thing for ladies who wear Converse?”

“Woman, those are sexier than stilettos, trust me,” he replied and threaded his fingers through mine.

We made our way to the snack stand just like that and I felt like a teenager with my first crush. It just felt right, walking beside him.

He chatted about everything and nothing, and I nodded at people I recognized as we made our way slowly through the couple of dozen cars that had already filed in for the Hitchcock double feature.

“What’s your favorite Hitchcock film?”

“Oh,Rear Window,” I replied easily.

“That’s playing tonight,” he said with a grin.

“Yes, it is. How about you?”

“I’m a fan of that one. But I really likeThe Birds. Unfortunately, it’s not on tonight.”

“Next time,” I said, leaning back to grin at him as we moved to the back of the line.

Max was taller by a foot at least, but he’d slowed his pace so I could match it.

That was nice.

Thoughtful.

Kind.

Tender.

The way he held my hand and casually touched my shoulder and back as we waited and talked was just so natural. Like he was taking care of me.

Touch was my love language, and I just couldn’t get enough of those little pats and caresses.

I wasn’t sure how he knew, but I was determined to enjoy it. More than enjoy, hell, I relished it.

Would he be like that in bed? Would he take care of my needs and make sure I was satisfied?

Something told me he would. I felt warm and tingly all over, eager to be with him like that.

And that was way out of character for me. It was way too soon to be feeling so comfortable with him. To be thinking about sex with him. But I was.

Heck yeah, I was.

I mean, Max was practically a stranger. But there was just something about him.

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